All Aboard! On the Tour Bus of Life By Elizabeth Stelling (prompts picture- street signs/corner)

The champion storyteller of justice will be your tour guide and all are guaranteed a fantastic pace car view from either side. The driver reminds us how a future tells you what to do along all the winding roads ahead; colors and shapes dictate where to go, although leave you hanging when chance brings you to unexpected forks, and quick decisions can pause.

A path to imagination drags deep tracks, images will begin to whirl, and are half-filled with truth bases. Injustice is brought to attention by corner ghosts; their tin can panning tugging at heartstrings. Once an old woman, fourth row back, right, shared sorrow in what had long disappeared: a stream along the wide open meadow trails, families building dream homes of local wood and mud without, and natives fighting for beliefs in their fire.

The only building remaining is falling and decrypted, there just beyond the bridge, added many years later. Once a thriving dry goods business stood in the distance with a bakery out of the back, dried meats hung along the side as children who survived killing fields ran laughing, almost whisking their bodies out in our path.

Take the fast train on the next trip if progress puts you off. Whistles blow when speeding past anything that could have meaning, while passengers all around sleepily carry on. Go ahead and bury heads in the sand. Everyone and everything that has been and is forgotten will get their revenge on death. What could have been remains just under the surface of rock, ground, grass, and asphalt, and are holding up the only signs of life